Alma Mater

In his first year at Cambridge, Wesley had learned some of what could be achieved by the old school tie.

For example, the Dean proved understanding when Wes had to explain exactly what he'd been doing in the wine cellar on Lammas Eve. And the chair of divinity gave a wink and a secret handshake over the business of the marjoram, the Apocrypha and the third-floor window.

He just wished he'd said nothing to Pamela, the ex-head girl, while she was in Hall with that rugger-bugger type. His pigeonhole was still stuffed full of slips from her Self-Activating Punishment Book.